Sunday, November 13, 2011

An end to a spiritual dry-spell



“My Lover said to me,

‘Rise up, My darling! Come away with Me, My fair one!

Look, the winter is past, and the rains are over and gone.

The flowers are springing up,
the season of singing birds has come,
and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air.

The fig trees are forming young fruit,
and the fragrant grapevines are blossoming.

Rise up, My darling!
Come away with Me, My fair one!’”

~ Song of Songs 2:10-13 ~





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